My only complaint is that he needs to be laying on my chest. Which is a problem when I am sitting! I have the scratches to prove it...

He was an outdoor cat (from the Bay Area) but became an indoor cat after I brought him home... He does not like the outside here at all (Saskatoon, SK)! I was worried about him escaping outside, but I guess outside is to weird for him (Last fall he made a break for it, ran out the front door to a big tree about 20 feet from my door, around the tree and back inside at maximum warp... Hasn't gone near the door since. Snow & cold just freak him out too {snicker})

Love Rice

Roach: "I feel like in this day and age, every girl should know how to build a flamethrower."

My only complaint is that he needs to be laying on my chest. Which is a problem when I am sitting! I have the scratches to prove it...

He was an outdoor cat (from the Bay Area) but became an indoor cat after I brought him home... He does not like the outside here at all (Saskatoon, SK)! I was worried about him escaping outside, but I guess outside is to weird for him (Last fall he made a break for it, ran out the front door to a big tree about 20 feet from my door, around the tree and back inside at maximum warp... Hasn't gone near the door since. Snow & cold just freak him out too {snicker})

Nothing is funnier than an instantly-regretted escape attempt.

*** 2013 Survival Guide ***"I must've lost it when I was twerking at the trash fence." -- BBadger

The outdoor house-pets in Upper Frogmore. They are not too fond of this cold weather.

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Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them’s making a poop, the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge? " I am a controlled substance". Savannah.

Nope. They keep growing as long as the animal exists... sort of like beaver teeth. The growth of Rascal's horns has slowed, but they are still growing. At this point, if he were a wild animal, instead of a spoiled rotten pet, the wear he experiences would equal out to the growth. But, because he is vastly and hilariously spoiled, I expect his rack will continue to increase.

It takes some property to enjoy the affection of an animal like this. But I have found this to be a very pleasurable experience.

Sunbeam and Rascal from about 3 years ago. He has added another foot to those horns since this was taken.

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

mgb327, thanks for posting more photos of your pups. They really are beautiful!

I used to think horses were among the scariest animals, but that longhorn... he is definitely beautiful but I would be far too afraid to get that close. Hand me a snake any day, but cattle or horses? Not-uh.

When he lights his streetlamp, it is as if he brought one more star to life, or one flower.When he puts out his lamp, he sends the flower, or the star, to sleep.That is a beautiful occupation.

This is Comet. Although the picture is with me, she was definitely my husband's dog.

Comet was a lead dog at a dogsledding outfit around the corner from here. From the first time she and my husband set eyes on each other it was love. Comet – usually a rather skittish and distrustful soul – went straight up to Ken and just leaned into his leg. Staying there in an almost zen-like trance, propped up against him in what we came to understand was her version of a cuddle, until he had to go.

She did this every time Ken came by. Only and always with Ken.

When Comet turned 11 it became evident that she may have to retire as lead dog. Since a born leader will never really successfully be a follower, that meant total retirement. Of course we asked if we could provide her with that.... a cushy retirement.

I hadn't really thought ahead on this one. Here's a dog who had lived her whole life outside in a clearing in the woods, with between 100 and 200 other dogs (whom she never really had happy physical contact with, as they were tethered apart unless being harnessed together for a run). Her life's mission was to run. Fast.

I was bringing her to a home. A heated home. With a kitten in it.

A kitten in her previous surroundings would almost necessarily have meant “food”.

Then there was the issue of actually walking a runner. The minute she was harnessed, she pulled. HARD.

What I hadn't counted on, was Ken. Within ONE walk with him, Comet had settled down and learned to heel, rather than pull ahead, leading. She learned to mostly ignore the other dogs, rather than snapping at each one. She never did master playing with other dogs very well.... but did get to a point where we could set her free with others without worrying about injury. She would enter a free group of playing dogs... voice her stance.... and they would pretty much leave her alone to wander around doing her own thing. She was a loner. That never changed.

Nor did her disdain for the heated house. Outdoors it was for her. The only times she'd come inside willingly was when it was during the really brutal -40 days, or in the heat of summer, to enjoy some air conditioning.

And she never did eat the cat. In fact, Larry may well have been her only close 4-legged friend ever.

Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care NOT who writes this nation’s laws. ... S.J. Perelman

Larry was a rescue as a kitten. He was extremely ill when we got to him, and was definitely marked by his life before finding us.

He can't be in contact with other cats without risk of contaminating them Stress causes him to sneeze uncontrollably, and go quite wonky with facial ticsAbout half his teeth have already fallen out. The vet says they're all doomed no matter what we do.

He's got brutal breath. Brutal.

But he's the best cat I've ever known.

Loving, friendly, open and calm. Unless it's crazy hour. Or time to play ball.

Spends much his life looking down on the world from one of his many perches.

Given her love of running, Ken made her something like this (but with a step-down brake)

It was amazing!!! She could still easily pull me along the walking path or across the lake, along the trails left by snowmobiles, me kicking furiously along to help out. It allowed her to keep doing what she loved without having to keep above the pack.... and we took plenty of breaks to play in the snow.

TT120 - I'm very jealous of your aquarium. We have a store not far from here that sells the "natural" aquarium setups and we've been dying to get one, but I think we're going to have to wait until the Horde Of Cats gets a lot older (or we get the budget to build a tank they can't get their tricky little paws in). I love those tanks! I can stare at them for hours.

Thanks Eric! I watch it for hours at a time. They can be a little difficult to get set up and running well, and you will have some failures along the way, but once you hit that sweet spot between the lights and substrate and plant types, it will take off and flourish with minimal work. I'm currently having a population explosion, as you can see, with the swords and mollies. I have catfish babies too. I also have a little frog in there too, stupid as hell but he's my little buddy.